Depression is like a black curtain over your face

You can not see a thing

And day after day

For two years

I felt that

There was no way out, no way to be happy

I just layed in bed all day staring at a wall 

Before I fell asleep

Hopeless and not trying

Now this is not what Poetry means to me

 

To me poetry means an escape from all of that

The only form of refuge I have had

Through these dark times

I can now put these feelings on paper

And for a second

For one

small

second

I can feel better about myself

 

So maybe with time and poetry

This will all go away

In a year or two

Or whenever it decides to

But for now every once in a while things won't be as bad as they seem

And that is what poetry means to me